An Accurate Prospect of Vienna, the Capital of Germany
David Goldstein

I will tell you how it is in Vienna, the capital of Germany:

A constant wind blows off the engraving.

In the foreground

Hawkins has a scar.

There are forehooves of three goats.

The donkey carries his sky-blue wariness

in his reins.


Plié, owner of the donkey, plié,

now is your time.

You are the color of a donkey’s baggage,

of the river behind you,

of the roofs of the town.

Every accurate prospect ends.

The clouds are most delicately realized.